RPG The Children of Loloth (Maturity Restrictions Enforced)

[Sui Generis]

[i]"Karanzyr.....Karanzyr.....Karanzyr...."[/i]

The words rang out of the colluseum slowly entereing into the drow's living quaters. The drow adjusted his hilts and stood up slowly. The "living quaters" were no more than a box of rocks. The room was bare, completely bare. No chairs, no tables no bed. He looked over to a wall that displayed several markings on it. One colum of markings symbolized his wins. He studied the list and cared not to count. The second colum symbolized how many times his great master had gifted him with her beauty and prescence. He let those thoughts and memories drift from his mind, he had a fight to begin.

He checked his equipment making sure his scimiatrs were sharp. He took each scimitar out of his sheeth and slid it across his cheek letting the warm blood slide down his cheek. Both cheeks soon sported cuts with blood slowly dripping from them. The line of blood on each cheek oddly resembling streams of tears. The tears of a warrior are only spilt with blood. Blood that he had only shed from himself. He sometimes wished he would lose, would die. He wondered what it felt like to have cold steel enter his warm body slicing through his organs and ending his life. As much as he wondered he could never allow it to happen, it would not please his master.

[i]"Karanzyr.....Karanzyr.....Karanzyr...."[/i]

The chanting continued, louder now. The fight was soon to begin and the audiance was getting impatient. Hardly was there a drow that was patient however and many fights occured before the gladiators stepped in the ring. However magnificant a battle may be in an arena the men and women left dead in the stands always out-numbered the men left dead in the arena. He flexed his muscles as a slender drow entered his chambers. She was slightly taller than him and was a familiar face.

[i]The arena awaits you....gladiator[/i]

She spat the last word out as an insult. Women never respected men, nor did the respect gladiators. They were tools to gain money and for entertainment. That was Karanzyr's fate however and he accepted it. Keeping his eyes low he walked past the High Priestess and continued on towards the arena. He walked cooly keeping his eyes low and never loosing a step. He was confident he had never lost. There was no room for failure in drow society. You lose you die. Karanzyr had become a crowd favorite in the arena, he was the longest living Drow gladiator and naturally had the longest winning streak and most wins. Although as many of the drows that loved him even more hated him. Many secretly couldn't wait to see a sword plunge deep into the gladiator's heart ripping the life away from him in a mess of gore and hatred. Two most common sites in drow society.

As Karanzyr entered the arena the noise errupted ten fold. This was ment to happen, secretly made to scare even Lloth herself if she was fighting. He looked at the other end of the arena. An orc stood in front of him, poised and ready. Karanzyr studied his opponent slightly and grinned. The way this orc held his axe showed that he had never used the thing in his life, this would prove to be another easy win.

He withdrew his scimitars from his sheath and grinned menicingly at his opponent. The orc stared at him for a moment not sure what to think, unfortunatly that moment was too long. The drow charged at him quickly bringing one scimitar straight up and another sweeping at his waste. The orc gaining the general luck of most novices blocked the first blow without realizing the second blad was bearing down at his waste. The blade pierced the orc skin easily and suddenly came to a halt as it slammed into its hip. Karanzyr smiled evily as the feeling of scimitar cutting through flesh greeted his wanting hands.

The orc's hip spewed blood and it studdered back holding his hip desperatly trying to stop the bleeding. Karanzyr saw the opening and grinned. He charged quickly bringing both scimitars to the side and sweeping them head length. Before the orc could look up the two scimitars swept past each other and cleared through the neck. The orc's face twisted into an expression of suprirse as it slowly rolled off the orcs head. The orc's body studdered for a second the fell down limp. Blood continued to spew out of his hip and neck as Karanzyr sheated his weapons and turned away.

Hundreds of tiny spiders ran out into the arena ripping the orc into bits making it an offering to the greath Lloth.

[Corey]

I woke suddenly and with a violent jerking of my neck. I rubbed it as my body began to repair the damage I had done. Something had woken me. Nothing in the room. That was certain. But it had been something. It had felt dark... And, demonic... A fang-ridden smile filled my mind.

[b]Esrie-[/b] "Kynjaka..." The name sprung into my mouth as quickly as I had awoken from sleep. She was in trouble. Perhaps she didn't know it yet... But the being known as Kynjaka was not something to be around.

I stood and dressed, seeing the towel had disappeared while I slept. A white pair of pant made of a silken material, a billowing old fashioned white shirt, and a pair of slippers. I tied my hair back with a piece of string and made my way from my room. All of the other places I had resided in did not allow me to leave the 'safety' of the manor. I reached the main doors and was immediately stopped by a rather bulky looking drow. He shook his head.

[b]Drow-[/b] "Slave Esrie, you are not permitted outside. Return to your quarters, our Mistress is out." A bland response that he had obviously said many times before.

[b]Esrie-[/b] "I have reason to believe our Mistress is in danger. She is about to confront a being of deepest loathing. I... I fear for her..." The drow smirked at me.

[b]Drow-[/b] "You obviously have become entranced with her. You're not the first. However, our Mistress can take care of herself." I smiled at him and left, not a bit re-assured. I'd have to sneak out...

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

Dilvon had recieved his orders, and was now lurking in the dark tunnels of the Underdark. He had to kill a murderer, that sounded unusual in his mind, but he did not question his orders. He learned quickly the only thing he had left to fear was an angry Jarlaxle, Matron's were of little concern, as well as Lolth.

Still in the shadows he came upon a peculiar scene. It appeared to be a Priestess out by herself, how... ignorant on her part. The Underdark was not a place to travel alone. Though Dilvon had little room to talk, seeing how he was out on his own.

He started to make his presence known to her, when he saw another form. It wasn't the basic drow shape, so he quickly decided what it was, demon. He stepped back into the shadows, hoping he wasn't seen. This was another thing he just realized he should fear, a priestess talking to a demon, a very uncommon thing, ecspecially in the open without protective barriers around the demon so it doesn't escape.

He decided that his job could wait, he was curious, and although curiousity killed the halfling, he wasn't a halfling, so he was safe. Dilvon focused his hearing on their convorsation.

[Sui Generis]

Karanzyr looked over his shoulder as he watched the tiny spiders devour the orc. He shuddered slightly. It was a disgusting sight the orcs body still occasionaly jerked from the decapitation. Karanzyr rubbed the blood off of his hilt. He sighed and rubbed his hands. What was he? He was a killer, he was a warrior, he was Karanzyr Driin the un beaten. What did that mean...was he anything to anyone?

Karanzyr shook his head. Such petty thoughts did not matter. His thoughts should soley be on winning and making his mater happy. What was this obsession with his master? What had she done for him? He snapped his head up in shock at his thoughts and immediatly dismissed them. He passed the high priestess who had confronted him before and he immediatly lowered his eyes.

She smirked and tripped him.

[i]"Get out of my way you worthless male!"[/i]

She took her whip out and begin to beat Karanzyr. Karanzyr sat there taking every whip. The pain seethed through his body burning every nerve in his body. He wanted to scream out in pain but he knew not to. She stopped and kicked him till he got up. She smirked and pushed him towards his home.

Karanzyr expected no less from the female drow. It had happened to him many times before. He dragged himself to his home and notched the wall slowly marking another win. He looked at the second colum and longed to have a chance to mark it. He collapsed in a pool of blood and fell asleep.

[Revelation]

[size=1][i]Hearing a guard talking to someone who was not permitted outside, she grew curious and sneaked a peek to see who it was...a male White Elf, a slave to, the highest ranking warrior, greatest priestess, and an excellent teacher, Vondeux. She watched as the white elf walked past. Opening the door even wider, she was proned to hit him. She watched as he was smashed by the door. She looked to the other side and frowned. Ariel disliked seeing, hearing, or even hurting anyone...even a slave or servant in the house. She looked around and helped him up. Knowing slaves were meant to pick themselves up, the White Elf bowed his head, apologized for smashing into the door and excused himself. Ariel tilted her head in a confused way. She shook her head and followed after, wanting to know what his thoughts were and why he apologized. The White Elf stopped and bowed yet again and explained himself.[/size][/i]

[size=1]"Young Mistress, I am a White Elf who was given to the Val'Shagress, my mistress, moments ago. I have reason to believe she is in danger. She is meeting with a gravely, dangerous creature...Kynjaka. As for my apologization, I am a slave. Slaves are those who create the accident and Drows are those who accept it. I believe you are going through studies and lessons on becoming a priestess, sorceress, and Val'Shagress. But, here I am, a White Elf, speaking and assuming to a Drow. I bid you farewell, Mistress. Good day.[/size]

[size=1][i]Ariel looked on in surprise as the White Elf left. If he had known that the High Priestess was a first class Warrior, then he would have nothing to worry himself about. The High Priestess greets danger and accepts it, those who know her know that. She does not fear a lot. If she showed fear in front of those who are lower than she, than they would concuct an image of weakness and possibly overthrown her or some act within that range. Ariel sighed and dragged herself back to her room.[/size][/i]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]
Voice: Welcome to Menzoberranzan, my dear...

[i]Iolanthe stared glibly at the plump Drow before her. She thought this race had some kind of inbuilt pride of their species... she would never let herself be in anything but immaculate condition. Whoever this person was, so far, he hadn't earnt her respect.
Opening the cage door, he offered her a hand stepping down. Not being dignified beyond logic, she took the hand and was sure to release it when she was steady. He didn't manacle her, but then again, she knew she wasn't going anywhere.
Looking around, she saw nothing much.. a street. Just a small part of a large city, perhaps, but this section was within it's own gigantic cavern. Noting her surroundings, she stood there, bored, as her new-found friend checked her for damage. [/i]

Man: How do you feel?

Iolanthe: Pissed off and rather energetic. You?

[i]The man laughed and bowed.[/i]

Man: Milady, my name is Wynnard and I'll be your keeper for... oh, I don't know. How long do you think you'll last?

Iolanthe: I don't have a clue, mainly because I don't know what it is you expect me to be doing.

Wynnard: What? You haven't figured it out yet? How much do you know about our people?

Iolanthe: Little.

Wynnard: Well, Drow love a brawl. Only one thing they like more... is one that they don't have to participate in. You see where this is heading?

Iolanthe: I think you're going to imply that I've got something to do with fighting?

Wynnard: I like you, no assumptions, and a sober outlook on life. Sorry to say this, but your pessimism is about to come true. Your life will be very unenjoyable from now on, and probably short too.

Iolanthe: You're not sorry at all. Get it out and tell me already.

Wynnard: Well, my dear, you are as of now a Gladiator. Part of my team, but my team only consists of Humans. Dragourets are a rarity, these days, hard to catch.

[i]Iolanthe smiled. She believed him when he said her life was going to be hell, but now she wasn't so sure. [/i]

Wynnard: I was very excited when I heard that they had brought a Dragouret in. I got dibs on it straight away... and here you are.

Iolanthe: My name is Iolanthe. You will call me Iolanthe, not "my dear", or "my lady", or anything else you might find yourself yelling in the heat of passion. I've nothing to live for, now, so if you want me to stay alive, treat me well.

Wynnard: Oh, don't worry, you scratch my back, I'll scratch... your... nevermind. All I ask is that you please the crowds, and do your job.

Iolanthe: Which is?

Wynnard: Oh? Not sure of the title Gladiator? You kill people for money and entertainment. Unfortunately, you kill for my money and everyone else's entertainment.

Iolanthe: Not so sure about that...

Wynnard: Hmm? Well, you be good and we'll see what we can do.

[i]Wynnard hadn't understood her last comment, but she kept it to herself. She knew all to well about Gladiators, she had secretly dreamed of becoming one, but had never thought she would live to get underground. Now that she was here, she felt secretly content, in the underdark... no one in her last life had enjoyed her love of killing. Here, everyone would... wonderful. She must only put up with this silly little man in the meantime.

Wynnard had picked up a stachel from the side of the road and was now waiting for her to follow him. She did so, and they walked in silence for a few hours while Iolanthe stared around at the cityscape, which, as they passed through a portal to the next cavern, heightened and stretched into more majestic buildings. Wynnard caught her staring.[/i]

Wynnard: This, by the way, is the Great City. Menzoberranzan is the biggest of them all, they are all small fare compared to she...

Iolanthe: Where are we going?

Wynnard: My place. It's not far from here, but I don't like picking up my property from outside, in case people cotton on to what is happening.

Iolanthe: And what is happening, Wynnard?

[i]He checked to rebuke her for addressing him by his name, but looking up at her dangerous face, which was about a head and a half taller than him, he let it slip.[/i]

Wynnard: Well, I'm not allowed to keep my Gladiators in my residence... they need to be kept in cages underneath the Gaming Arena. It's a big suburb, near the oldest part of the city, called the Heart.

Iolanthe: So, there are gladiators staying with you?

Wynnard: Um, no. They are kept in residence in the Gaming Arena, not in cages but in secure residences, because I just happen to be obscenely rich. Hence you coming to me first, and not the Val'Shagress.

Iolanthe: And why am I not with them?

Wynnard: Two reasons. One, you are probably the most expensive thing I own right now, but that won't last, I've got a couple of beds coming in from Grialth on the next moon. Grialth are renouned for very very good, very very expensive furniture production. So we'll be eating rather modestly for a while, I'm afraid my... Iolanthe, wasn't it?

Iolanthe: Yes. Next reason.

Wynnard: Next reason... you're female.

Iolanthe: Wynnard, with all do respect, I find you repulsive. I would rather eat glass than...

Wynnard: No, no... I would never do something like that. Dear god, credit me with at least [i]some[/i] intelligence... I respect women, and I would like your company. I don't know much about your kind, either. If you would prefer to live with the others...

Iolanthe: Why two beds?

Wynnard: One for me, one for you.

Iolanthe: I'll take my chances with you for now, thankyou. [/color][/font]

[The Vampire: Ed]

As Zed exited the Underdark he was blinded by the sun's harsh rays or lights, he squinted his eyes but soon was thrown to the ground after a hand grasped his shirt. Zed's face went numb as it smashed into the dry rough earth, his lips busted open coloring the ground, and his face red. Zed slowly raised his head spitting out blood, as well as a few of his pearly whites--or perhaps candy corn would better describe the color of them. Dirt mixed with blood covered Zed's face as he glanced at his bag of treasure spilling out onto the ground next to him, he heard gasps in response to it, and turned over looking about a small group of men, and a single female. A man kneeled down besides him, and grabbed his hair looking him straight in the eyes.

"He fits the description." He said to his entourage, then looked back at Zed. "What is your name?"

Zed's lips pulsed, and quivered as the feeling in his face slowly returned in a painful eruption. He held his mouth as he coughed blood all over, he then felt sharp steel against his neck. Zed's eyes widened.

"Z-Z-ZED!!! IT'S ZED!!! Okay? Now, calm down!" Zed screamed as he felt the dagger digging into his throat slightly, then breathed a sigh of relief when it was removed. The man before him look at his entourage once more, then nodded as they all grabbed each of Zed's limbs and carried him kicking and screaming to the nearest tavern.

The door on the tavern nearly fell off it's hinges as Zed was tossed against it, then fell as the door swung open. Again his face made contact with the ground, he attempted to stand up, but was stood up and thrown onto a stool nearby. The bartender looked at them, and was about to speak, but the man apparently leading them tossed the bag of Zed's treasure his way, and waved him out. The bartender nodded, and went into the back room. The other people in the tavern left without saying a word, they were especially happy since some of them got out of paying the tab. The man took his dagger, and stabbed it into the wooden counter in front of Zed, whom was just shaking.

"Zed. We've been looking for you. I received a letter from my brother about two months ago, and I have yet to hear a word from him since." The man said staring a hole trough Zed, as were the others. "Hey, man, that's got nothing to do with me! I'm just a simple, and honest man..."

Zed is slapped across the face by the woman, his blood splatter against the counter and smeared all over her hand. She didn't seem to be too concerned about it though.

"You see, Zed, we've all got a problem. Each of us suffer from lost friends, and relatives. They just vanished one day, and were never heard from again. Now, what does this have to do with you? Well-we've all received letters from who we are associated with, all of which indicate that a man matching your description, named Zed, were going to lead them underground to find treasure. Now, luckily for us our friends, our relatives, had the sense to inform us of this matter. However, we've heard about many other people with similar problems to our. We thought there might be something to it, and decided that perhaps we should investigate this matter ourselves." The man said as he smiled at Zed in a frightening way.

Zed was beginning to sweat profusely as his heart began beating faster. Zed tried to think of some kind of lie, but suddenly he was grabbed by the hair by another man. Zed's head was pulled back then shoved forward so his face hit the counter, his face went numb again as more blood began to run from his newly acquired broken nose.

"We should just slit his damn throat, and get the hell out of here." The man said as he pulled Zed's head off the bar by his hair about.

"No! We've got to find out the truth before we do anything with him. I want to know what happened to everyone." The man sitting before Zed said to man pulling Zed's hair, the looked at Zed. "Look, we're usually not the blood thirsty type, but we're not very happy knowing that our friends and family could be laying dead in some ditch somewhere. Who knows, maybe you've hid their belonging down there and say it's treasure you found, just to lure others down there so you can kill them and take their belongings."

"NO! NO! I AM NOT A MURDERER!!! I NEVER KILLED ANYONE!!!" Zed yelled attempting to stand, but got pulled back down onto the stool. "It's not like that!"

"It's not? Well, then perhaps you can shed some light upon this. We want to know what you have to do with this, and if it's what we think-you're a dead man. Just tell the truth." The man said to Zed as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I-I-I'm sorry. But they're all dead." Zed said looking down at his feet, the people around him seemed shocked to hear the news even though they all ready suspected they were dead. "B-but I didn't do it. I won't lie. I led them to their deaths, but I didn't actually kill them. I'm working for--a man. I went down there myself in search of gold, or something. I was tired of being the joke of the town. I wanted to show them all up, and laugh in their faces at my good fortunes. But it would never come. I was attack by this-man, and he said he's spare my life if I'd just lore victims to him. He said he'd even give me some of his treasure, the belongings of his past victims."

The group all look at one another with disgust as they imagined such a man requesting this. They listen to more of Zed's story, and eventually told them of the victim from only minutes ago. However, Zed had his own plan. He had never said anything other than "man." So they believed it was only a man.

"All right, that's the whole story. I-I did what I had to do to survive." Zed said, then continued on. "What should I call you?"

"My name is Theodore." Announced their leader.

"Jake" Mutter the man behind Zed.

"I am Lance." Said the man standing guard at the door.

"Name's Frank." Said the man beside the woman.

"I am Mary." Commented the woman, then added. "You coward."

"Calm yourself, Mary." Said Theodore. "Zed, clean yourself up. You're taking us to this man you speak of. We'll run him through, and if we're satisfied we may let you live. But I warn you-try anything stupid, and we'll kill you just the same."

Zed nodded in agreement, all the while laughing inside. His plan would be to lead them to their deaths like he did to Don, and Ralph. Even though he had, what he thought was, a flawless plan, he had this feeling he was forgetting something important.

[Corey]

I paced my room. Sneaking out proved harder than it had seemed. The gaurd had dispatched a small security unit to gaurd the entrance to my room and to follow me if I left. They had already foiled my first attempt. I had tried to climb out of a lavatory window. My eyes darted to my own window. It was small, and had bars of some kind of material. I walked on my bed and pulled at the bars. They were some kind of spongy wood. It bends and bends, but doesn't break. I scoweled and began searching for a cutting tool. Anything would do. A knife. A fork would even work. I sat down on my bed and put my face in my hands. To my current knowlege, there was nothing like that in my room. I punched a pillow.

[b]Esrie-[/b] "Damn!" My door opened and a meal was slid in.

[b]Gaurd-[/b] "Eat up. Misrtresses orders." I walked over and picked up the silver dome. It contained a rather large piece of meat, a baked potato, and several exotic vegetables. I smiled slightly and began to eat. The vegetables were especially good. I shoved them into my mouth bite after bite with the fork that was included. I picked up the knife and began to cut the meat. My eyes went wide. I held the knife in front of my eyes and smiled. In a flash, I was at the window cutting through the bamboo-like material.

It took almost ten minutes to remove them completely. I sat perched at the ledge and looked out. It had been a long time since I had taken a leap of more than a story. The ground loomed at me. I shuddered and leapt. The air billowed past me, rippling my frilly white shirt and forcing air into my baggy white pants. I landed with elfish grace, but went into a roll just to regain my balance. Dirt layed upon my white clothing like day on night. It's what I needed. My white skin would stand out far too much already. I bent down and rubbed dirt on my exposed arms and face. In no time I looked like nothing more than an extremely poor drow. I smiled and troted toward the Underdark tunnels.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She sighed mentally and flicked a ward off in her path. He would come nearer to her, sense it, then be hit full force with the ward. He would have no choice to return. Perhaps she should've put off bloodbonding him. Oh well. Too late to get rid of it.

She turned her infrared gaze on, pupils contracting and dialating. The third eye on her forehead, surrounded by purple tattoos....slit down into dissapearing, then opened wide. Marked. Using the surrounding walls, she physically sealed off the surrouding area, forming a magical barrier..... Just him and her for now. 50,000 ada coming in her direction.

Then again, if her nose was right, he wasn't an ordinary demon. Up there in power with Balors and Balrogs and the like. She sighed once more, and raised her staff. The wolf head instantly howl barked. She smiled to herself. She knew a four armed maniac when she saw one. It crawled down to her level and rose to the full height of 10 feet. She looked up, then spread her wings and rose to his level. She smiled and greeted him with the language of Aspeterians. He didn't understand, as she figured....and she purred.[/i][/COLOR]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]Wynnard's house was beautiful, an old, stylish piece in a well-kempt neighbourhood. The house was large, clean, and warm, and quietly rustled with the work of small housemaids. Just humans in long black dresses and strange, starched hats. Wynnard waved his arms around meaninglessly as he mumbled about things they drifted past. Iolanthe liked the high ceiling of the livingroom, the back wall of which was divided into two floors with a marble staircase joining them in the middle. Everything was majestic, and smelt of money. Sweeping lines and curled woodcarvings, twirling patterns in the carpet. Iolanthe srtetched her wings and, beating them once or twice, lifted into the air and explored the space further. This room had enough space for her to pace about in lazy cirles. Wynnard, staring up at her twisting form, didn't seem to mind. He waited patiently before she went to the ground, halfway up the stairs.[/i]

Iolanthe: It feels so good to fly again...

Wynnard: I don't mind you doing so. People in the city may get scared if you do it during the day, however.

Iolanthe: If I'm your slave, why so much freedom?

Wynnard: I expect good performance in return.

[i]Iolanthe detected the warning in his voice and noted it. He seemed satisfied they had reached an agreement and continued up the stairs, through more rooms with more maids. Another staircase, this time straight into the wall and not a quater of the size of the last one. It lead up into a library of rich, dark colours, thick tapestries and soft leathers. The roof was low, in comparison to the rest of the rooms Iolanthe had seen, and painted with a intricate scene of the heavens at night. At the end of the room there was another stairway, pushing up in between the bookshelves and straight into the wall as did the last. The orientation of this stairwell was perpendicular to the last, to the right of it. The stairwell they were standing at the top of seemed the only way into the room, save for three bay windows on the far wall, all presenting magnificent veiws of the upperclass neighbourhood. Iolanthe, by this time, was feeling at a loss for words. [/i]
Wynnard: I shall leave you here. Your room is at the top of those wooden stairs. I shall send a maid in a few minutes with a measuring string, she will be able to outfit you with some clothes.

Iolanthe: When am I next needed?

Wynnard: There is some fruit on the table in your room - eat some. Your first trip to the Gaming Arena is tonight. You will need to cover most of your body - wings included.

Iolanthe: Wynnard -

Wynnard: I don't care. Shut up, go upstairs, eat your fruit, wait for the maid.

[i]With this he walked back down the stairs, turning at the base to pull shut an ornate metal grate and lock it behind him. Iolanthe sighed and weighed the pros and cons of the situation - finding herself in no position to complain. Her freedom was, at the moment, still there. Enough to keep her sane, at the very least.[/i][/color][/font]

[Revelation]

[size=1][i]Ariel wondered when the High Priestess would be back. Usually it took Vondeux less than a few minutes to take power over whoever she was after. Ariel sighed and started to think about how she could be a Val'Shagress. Ordering people around, meeting new faces, having so much power. She could do whatever she wanted and not have anyone tell her otherwise. Ariel sighed and kept daydreaming, the daydream turned to a deep sleep which turned to a deep dream. Assassins, driders, orcs, rebel drows, dragourets, and monsters were bringing chaos to Menzoberranzan. Ariel kept watching people die, the High Priestess fight off creatures of the darkness and such. Soon, there was nothing left. All she could see were ruins and she was the only one left. She slept endlessly inside her deep sleep.[/size][/i]

[Decadence]

[color=silver] OCC: sorry friend I haven?t seen in a long times been over that?s why I haven't posted.
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Drashil was heading to the door of the compound when he heard matron ventra calling to him. This snapped him out of the daze he had been in since he had killed the former matron, also he didn't want to displease the new matron as she was praying to Lolth on his be-half.

"Drashil" she said in a low sweet whisper "come here, please"

This startled him, he wondered why she was more like asking then commanding. It scared him, but he didn't want to displease her so he walked to her.

"Yes" he said, not in the questioning tone he normally had, she was being nice, beyond that truly, she was treating him as almost an equal. He wondered if this had any thing to do with his killing of the last matron. "What is it matron?"

"Come in" she said with a very slight commanding tone but not edged.

Drashil walked in wondering what she wanted , but he found out very quickly as he heard the door close and was tripped from behind.

His hands went for his weapons instinctively but she pushed them away, pulling his weapon's belt away. She was on top of him as he started to turn around. She was tarring his clothes off with such obvious lust it frightened him.

"Matron!?" he finally managed to spit out.

"Hush" she said in a whisper that had the commanding edge of a shout, she then made sure he stayed quiet as she silenced him with a kiss.

He went to push her off but as soon as he had he realized that she had undone her robes and they fell off as soon as she wasn't pressed up against his body.

The slight light from the candles made her skin seem luminous. She was beautiful, he had never noticed it before but the sight before him took his breath away. She leaned back down removing the last bit of his clothes, before the candle finally blew out.
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He walked out of her room his body still feeling the effects of what had just happened. silently he ran back to his room trying to get away from his thoughts right now, forgetting all about what he was doing before she had called him to her chambers.[/color]

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

Nolth went to take a step forward to the demon and drow priestess, he had a sudden rise of blood lust. But he found himself hitting a wall. He couldn't see it, but he raised his hands and felt around, sure enough there was a barrier blocking him.

[i]This priestess isn't as dumb as I originally thought..[/i] Nolth paced around outside of the barrier, quickly becoming bored with waiting to see the outcome. But a twinge of curiousity kept him from leaving. So he leaned against a stalagmite that hadn't been given shape yet, and watched the demon and priestess.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]OOC: I suppose the much hunted demon had better show up.

IC: [I]Kynjaka watched the priestess, not particularly concerned. Despite the fact that she was certainly more powerful than any other he had yet to run into, and the fact that she could probably, though it would sure as hell take a lot, banish him, and perhaps even subdue him. But that didn't seem to be her intent. Simply because she approached him on his grounds. Not that he'd done anything to make them his grounds, but she didn't know that.

He sniffed the air warily, the inborn sensitivity to magic going off like a siren in his head. Nevertheless, as the priestess approached, the ward smacked into him. He snarled, and centered himself, and the ward washed through him, leaving him bound by the barrier she had erected. No doubt he could have, uninterrupted, done something about it, but she had to work that in. A banespell. Pain in the ***....

She spoke spitefully, in some rather esoteric language he had no experience in. Which was saying something. But then, she did purr at him afterwards, so it was quite probably gibberish. He shrugged his massive shoulders and spun his flamberge into a steady swipe designed to rip the body apart at slightly under the neck. She blocked with the wolf-head staff, which promptly attempted to bite the blade. He looked at it curiously, then in amusement as it shied away from the raspy surface. The more interesting part was that she had resisted the strike. He continued putting pressure on anyway, and they both stood there, in a form of equilibrium.[/I]

Kynjaka: How long would you prefer to do this for?

"Until you're willing to talk."

Kynjaka: What have you got priestess.[/font][/color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]Iolanthe inspected her chambers and decided they were to her liking. Simple, dark, and warm... a large, fourposter bed, polished wooden flooring and rich carpets as a centrepiece. There was a bed, a dresser with a mirror, a wardrobe and a few bookshelves to fill in the gaps between the furniture and the windows, all swathed in thick, deepgreen velvet. There was one at the back of the room that was in fact a set of french doors opening into a balcony. So the freedom was there afterall. Flying in the day, however, could get her into trouble.

She ate some fruit and sat on her bed, waiting for the maid.

The maid had no tounge, and didn't know if this was the same for the other maids. Measuring Iolanthe, she came back with a large purplee velvet dress and robe after a while that was slightly too large for Iolanthe, but hadn't been fitted. It covered everything but her face.

Iolanthe waited, on the bed, until she heard the sound of the iron grate swinging back again.[/i][/color][/font]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She laughed brightly, then spoke in a cool breathy voice, one that was soft and gentle. Quite unlike the other drow females that had come charging at him.[/i]

Vondeux: In a perfect world....I would do like the city wants; to disconect your head from your body, banish the rest with a destruction spell, bring your face back, and get paid 50,000 Ada.

Kynjaka: What a shame I won't be letting you do that.

Vondeux: But instead...I think I'll play to my own interests and make you an offer.

Kynjaka: .....

Voneux: It would be better, if I "subdued" you in one of the enchanted iron cages I happen to be able to summon...take you home, get paid, then release you and give you about 75% of the Ada. As I only need a bit to throw a party later on this month.

Kynjaka: Is that all?

Vondeux: You also get free reign in my house, as long as you don't kill anything that is alive, except maybe a spider or two....and destroy the silver and adtamanium statudes. Of coruse, it'd also be nice if the building was undamaged....but you can't have everything in life.

[i]As he considered, he attacked, rather than let her think she had actually made him consider her question. He charged and she countered with a spiral strike. It cut open a wound on his shoulder, and he kicked her wings in return. She landed on the side of a stalagtite, bare toes clinging to the surface easily. Spider blood was now coming in handy again.

If he refused, she wouldn't be surprised...but it would be a crying shame. She had never slept with a demon like him before...[/i][/COLOR]

[Revelation]

[size=1][i]Soon, Ariel's deep dream turned to Vondeux and the demon she was after. Ariel wondered how she got there, she saw that Vondeux was hanging from a stalagtite. Knowing that the Val'Shagress has a taint of drider blood, she can hang from many places. Ariel wondered whether Vondeux would kill the demon or use it as a slave. There are many things Vondeux could do to the demon. Ariel heard running feet outside her door and she snapped back to reality and went to the door to see who was running. It seemed that the slaves were running all over the place, getting ready for Vondeux's arrival. They looked were afraid getting a beating or worse if everything was not prepared. Curious and strange things happen in the Underdark. She hated to wonder whether or not the High Priestess would be able to defeat the large demon.[/size][/i]

[size=1][color=indigo]"There are many things in life that I do not understand. I just wish I could understand, why Vondeux has that white elf slave so entranced. If only I became a Val'Shagress, then perhaps I would know. If only. But to become a Val'Shagress, I must know everything from slaves to gladiators, from pleasure to business, from High Ranks to Low Ranks. I must know the history of Val'Shagress' as well. I hate reading. Why did Vondeux give me this when she only knows I won't read...what's this? Hmmm, it's the chapter on White Elves...hmmm. Maybe this'll help my curiosity. Alright. White elves, slaves to Drows and others higher than its species. Val'Shagress' also like to make White Elves become gladiators and torture them just so they could see bloodshed. Hmmm...let's skip this part and this part and ooooo. My, my, my...Another reason to have a white elf in your house is for the...pleasure? What plea.....oh. White Elves can fulfill your lust and fulfill your longing for that lust. Anything you say, they will obey. Hmmm. Fulfill lust...no wonder there are so many White Elves in Menzoberranzan and in this house. I should ask Vondeux about this and whether or not I am at the age..."[/size][/color]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Excuse me Arika dear......you forget that ShadO MagE's character is in an entirely different house. Remember? Killed his matron? Slept with the next one? Please tell me you've been reading the other people's posts......if not, you can say farewell to any chance of continuing. Kindly remember that there are many houses in this city and Vondeux can't keep all of these people in her house, no matter how large it is.[/color]

[Yoda]

Karanzyr woke a few hours later, only to find Xouzin looking over him, his huge figure blocking out what little light there was to Karanzyr's body. One corner of Xouzin's moth was curled in a shallow grin, as he put a hand out to help Karanzyr up. Karanzyr accepted his hand.

[B]Xouzin:[/B] It is a rare thing to see your own blood around you.

[B]Karanzyr:[/B] A Shagress took a [I]distaste[/I] to me.

That remark brought Xouzin, firstly, back to reality. He had thought for a moment that perhaps Karanzyr had been beaten, but the moment quickly past. Whilst Xouzin did not have the same taste for the battle arena as Karanzyr had, he was no less a swordsman. They had sparred only a few times, and on non-lethal terms, but on each occasion Karanzyr had thanked him for actually being able to push him. If Karanzyr had a weakness, it was his lust for battle. Xouzin was much more business oriented.

Secondly, the remark reminded him of the reason he was there to visit Karanzyr. After pulling his friend; or as close as one could be to a friend, up, he stepped back, and looked at Karanzyr straight in the eyes.

[B]Xouzin:[/B] Where is Shagress Vondeux?

[B]Karanzyr:[/B] I don't know. Why?

[B]Xouzin:[/B] She has... taken a leave of absense. Kelnoz contacted her recently... and she spent some time with the White Elf, in private.

It was not unlike her to leave un-announced after contact from Kelnoz. No-one saw the Shagress in her house without him knowing, he prided himself on that... and over the years he had picked up on what normally happened in these meetings. No doubt this White Elf had become an object of pleasure, over the centuries there had been quite a few. But visits from Kelnoz ended up in her leaving, atleast most of the time. He knew better than to follow, if she had wanted him to come she would ask. Xouzin would not defy her, unless he felt an absolute need to...

They had never felt such a need, but there was news of a demon about with a 50,000 ada bounty. This demon had killed every Shagress that had challenged it... and though none of them were at Vordeux's level, it was still slightly worrying. Karanzyr and Xouzin were almost as well renowned as Vordeux herself was, and this was where Xouzin's pride lay. He could exit a fight with so many cuts and wounds that he was more red than blue... but if the Shagress had not been harmed, that was a victory, and one he savored. He cared not for the cheer of the bloodthirsty crowd, or the ada for collecting a bounty... there was only his Shagress.

[B]Karanzyr:[/B] She is on the bounty then, you suspect?

Xouzin nodded slightly, looking now down at the blood-stained floor. It was not like her to go after smaller bounty's, atleast not anymore... and so whatever Kelnoz had proposed must have appealed to her tastes in some form. Nowadays, to appeal to the Shagress' tastes was to offer a lot. And as always, the amount given for a job was directly proportional to it's level of danger.

[B]Xouzin:[/B] We shall speak to Kelnoz. Find out what we can.

Karanzyr nodded, and the two Warriors left, on the short march to Kelnoz's quarters.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]The offer was tempting, not least because of the personal danger it involved. Kynjaka needed only to try to fathom her motivation, difficult though that may be. The only reason he could think of was that she had some problems, most likely in the form of another Val'Shagress or some other rival, and she wanted a rather high profile, effective, and expendable body guard. If that were it, he'd never go along with her, and he doubted she had the power to coerce him.

Which left one way to find out. Trial by combat was a little archaic, but somehow appropriate in this circumstance.

He courteously dropped his flamberge, fingers and claws flexing...clawlike. That's right. Clawlike. He waited for her to return to the small alcove, and then stepped forward, right coming around and snapping out in a low section sidekick. He rechambered instantly as she reacted, and sent the same kick out, only higher. She spun to his off side, his back remaining open to her. Normally a fair tactic. Kynjaka simply pivoted toward her, keeping his leg extended. When he was in range, he hooked his heel in sharply. His dew claw opened a wound across the side of her head. He pressed forward remorselessly, flicking openhanded and side swiping blows faster than a being that large had a right too. She fought determinedly, the staff spinning vicious arcs to compensate for Kynjaka's advantage of numerical superiority when it came to limbs.

At last, Kynjaka swept his arms apart, and stabbed them all forward, two high, two low, and sent a snap kick out with one leg. The woman simply stepped back, and dealt him a resounding blow. He whipped his wing forward, watching the staff and deflecting it easily. She crouched, her breathing regular, though not easy. He chuckled hideously, the point made, and stepped back.[/I]

Kynjaka: I accept.[/font][/color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]They took a carriage to the Gaming Arena. Wynnard stopped the coachdriver early, and they stepped out into the odd, lustrous life of the Heart. Odd creatures wandered the streets of all classes, some in fashionable rags, some in fine gowns and coats.
Iolanthe was helped out of the fine coach by the driver and waited for Wynnard on the cobbled sidewalk. They strolled as he talked.[/i]

Wynnard: I thought I would take you there on foot. It is rather a nice walk, and you may need to find your way here if I ever need to drop you off in a hurry.

Iolanthe: Hmmm....

Wynnard: Staring at the shops, I see. Anything interest you?

Iolanthe: Not really, I've just never been in the city before.

Wynnard: Oh really? Well, I'd never have expected that.

[i]They walked in silence for a while more, turning a corner so that the huge rounded building was in sight, Iolanthe fluttered her wings and recieved a nasty zap from her keeper. She looked at him disdainfully and kept her back still, the giant building towering over them as they decended a staircase across the road, into the depths of the street...[/i][/font][/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled, flashing brillant feral teeth. He gave her an equally hideous grin. She drew her staff across her palm, and with a swift motion did the same to him. Then she shook his hand, their blood burning into eachother's bodies. Almost instantly, he felt her mind press into his, steaming against his aura, tendrils of power swirling through his thoughts. He could feel her thoughts just as she felt his.

"Worried about your fate...? Kynjaka."

"Hardly."

"That's good....I promise you'll find pleasure."

"I never doubted that."

Lust....plenty of that, and self satisfaction. Fascinating. She shook her hair out and magicked her staff away for a moment. Then she sized him up and palmed his face...testing his size. Then she summoned up the so called iron cage and for a time...imprisoned him. Then she spoke a word, and the ward around them shattered. Her staff reapeared and she carried it over her shoulder. She winked at him. Then made it float behind her....all the way back to the city. Time for a "victorious return." He reached his hand through the bars only to hit a barrier spell.[/i]

Vondeux: That would be for your own protection.[/COLOR]

[Juu]

[color=purple]Once the phoenix reached beyond her sight, Anorel stopped abruptly, and took a deep breath. Muttering under her breath and clenching her fist, she turned around, and flew back towards the building. From the corner of her eye, she could see two figures hovering above the city. One, she recognized immediately. After all, it was difficult not to notice your Val'Shagress right away. The other, Anorel had to squint her eyes to make out. It seemed to be a cage of some sort, with a black, beastly creature inside. Quickly, Anorel swooped over to them, and bowed. Vondeux lifted her eyebrows as a response to her sudden appearance.

From the cage, the deep hissing of the creature was audible at each breath. With a slightly psychotic grin with a pair of enormous fangs, a slight chill ran down the dragoret's neck, as she quickly shifted her glance away from the beast, to the Drow.

"Don't mind him, he's coming with us." Vondeux spoke smoothly.

Anorel glanced at him once more.

"What is he?" Anorel asked, a nervous caution in her voice.

"One of the Glabrezu. There aren't too many of them left, so he's going to make a fine addition to our home, hmm?" Vonceuz replied, smirking at the slightly aggrivated Glabrezu. "And his name's Kynjaka, by the way."

Anorel nodded slowly, observing him. Then she turned and began flying alongside Vondeux, approaching the gates of their home. As she landed, the clamor silenced almost immediately, until a rush of suspicious murmurs and whispers began around them. Several half-breeds leapt out between them and the gate, sneering at the three with malicious delight. Vondeux's eyes narrowed to slits, as her staff began to growl. Anorel's grip on her javelin tightened, as the cage landed harshly behind them. Vondeux's lips remained curved, her chin slightly higher with confidence. The Val'Shagress lifted her palm, as the orcs stirred mindlessly. With a slight tap of her finger, the middle section of orcs zoomed into the air, slamming into the iron gates. Several others charged towards them, just as Vondeux lifted the barrier spell from the cage, landing with a 'thud'. [/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Kelnoz was waiting for her inside, along with Xouzin and Karanzyr. He bowed and handed her the money. She handed it to Xouzin, who promptly disapeared into her vaults. Kelnoz eyed the demon and left quickly. It snarled at him as he departed. Karanzyr was escorted back to the arenas by Rhain.

Anorel watched the demon warily, then walked back to her rooms. With a snap of her fingers, the cage disapeared. He stepped forwards, stretching his arms. She smiled broadly and walked to her lair, him following behind. Kynjaka took stock of his surroundings. Large foyer, dark but lighted by various magical objects implanted into the walls. Things of beauty on the tables, soft velvet carpet below. He walked into her room, the doors closing silently behind him.

Large bed. With fresh sheets, if the scent was right. She sliped out of her heavy armour, leaning her staff against the wall. As soon as she reached bare skin, he placed his hands on her back and pulled her to him. She didn't resist, but merely smiled darkly and let him scratch her body.[/i]

"Is this how you usually do things..."

"Not exactly."

"Charming. I'm going to be screwed by a demon."[/COLOR]

[Revelation]

[size=1][i]Ariel had heard of Vondeux's arrival, but knew when she was with a captive, to never interrupt interrogation time. She would wait until the big feast, which everyone was gossiping. They all had hoped when Kynjaka, whoever that was, was captured, they would be able to ask the High Priestess many things. Ariel knew better than to ask a Val'Shagress of things, unless it was utterly important. She sat in her chair thinking about the lust that could be fulfilled and otherwise. She knew that Vondeux has had lust and still does. She knew that many come and many go, but they always are shattered forever. Ariel knew nothing of the world of lust or pleasure...only pleasure she took in was bloodshed. She didn't like it, but she enjoyed it. She knew she must ask Vondeux of lust and pleasure...seeing that no one else can tell her otherwise.[/size][/i]